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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Silk and Lace

Draped in silk and lace, I wait.

This body prone, craving, vulnerably anticipating your incendiary lust, the desires whispered, growled hotly into my waiting ear, the words exhaled into the curves trembling even now for the lightness of your touch, the words murmured along the straps drawn so tight you physically ache to tear the hooks, to rend each delicate fibre, to devour every morsel of my perfumed skin and

glistening flesh, your mouth lapping at my streaming cunt, your tongue raking the sweetest pleasure of my clitoris, your lips suckling on each plump petal of my throbbing sex until the first orgasm screams up from my bones, until you drink down the passion you effortlessly inspire, until these walls drip with my pleas, my moans for your hard naked cock, for you to fill me, to fuck me, to take me at long last, to make me your wanton lover, your woman, yours and yours alone.

Draped in silk and lace, draped in this cruel, unerring need for you, I wait.

Innocence: Thank you so much for your gorgeous feedback - and for finding your way here. (Could you also pass on my gratitude to your friend for the introduction?) I hope I can keep you addicted and coming back for more, lovely lady... ;-)

max, max, max... This woman will accept and relish your compliments, will allow them to warm her chilly form on this autumnal afternoon. (Although, I'm hoping you won't be too disappointed to learn this woman is not quite as young as she seems...)